Hot for His Hostage (20 page)

“Mmmmm.” Though her tone was threaded with pain, her beautiful cunt sent a steady
stream of arousal over his fingers. She turned even wetter after he swatted her again.
And shrieked even louder. “Oh. Ohhhhh. Owwww!”

Shay leaned close, pressing his body over her, dragging the hair away from her eyes.
She stared back up him, looking as untamed and exhilarated and turned-on as he felt.

Then for an instant, just an instant, she kicked up one side of her mouth at him.

The look was so sublime, Shay couldn’t help but grin back before dipping his head
and sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. He licked away the burn before crooning,
“You want more, don’t you?”

He held his breath in anticipation of her response. His breathtaking she-cat didn’t
disappoint him.

No little nod of sweet acquiescence. Or another awkward mumble. The woman let a stunning
snarl prowl through her body, joining to the shove she gave with her shoulders and
the buck she attempted with her hips.
Attempted.
Shay was ready for her struggle now. He easily braced her thighs, stilling them with
steely grips. If that weren’t enough, he rolled a hand back over her sex and once
more started to massage her tender tissues with steady intent.

Zoe froze. It made him smile a little. The woman was amazing, already conditioning
her reaction based on what she thought he’d do. He really hadn’t been planning on
following a pattern, but thinking of swatting her pussy again was now a temptation
filled with psychological fun on top of the physical.

Beneath his swirling touch, her clit trembled. Her lips erupted in an agonized moan.

“Don’t you want what’s coming next, my hot hostage?”

She swung her head from side to side. “Uh-uh,” she grunted around the gag.

“You
don’t
want me to spank your pussy?”

“Yesh.
No
,” she gasped. “Pwease donnnn’t!”

“But it makes your cunt so wet, Zoe. It makes you shake so hard for me.”

“Pwease. No. Owwww!” Her cry coincided with the audible smack he made to her mound
this time. She wiggled and dug her toes into the mattress, struggling to push free.
Like that was going to work. With one hip still captive in his ruthless hold, he shoved
two fingers between the dark honey perfection of her ass cheeks. Without stopping,
he plunged them into her deepest tunnel.

“You’re dripping again, Zoe. Soaking me with the cream from your hot, tight body.
And I can see your tits, hanging over the mattress like darts. They’re sharp, erect
and aroused.” He pulled out his fingers to loom forward again, kissing the valley
between her shoulder blades “Your shoulders are trembling. Your skin is gleaming.
My sweet little hostage, your lips can try stories with me but your body says much
different things.”   

“Unnnhhh. Mmmmm!” She forced the sounds past the gauze as he reached between her legs
from the front, locating the hottest petal of her open flower. Her clit shivered beneath
his touch, and her delicious moan erupted into a needy scream. Her gaze, though shielded
beneath heavy-hooded lids, followed his hand through every inch of the sweep he made
to retrieve the condom. Once he tore into the wrapper and sheathed up, her eyes slammed
shut and her breathing doubled.

“Wider.” He repositioned his legs between hers then spread her according to his dictate.
Pressed beneath him, she was a heaven of liquid compliance, quivering heat, and lusty
sighs. She softened as he forced her torso flat to the mattress, angling her entrance
perfectly for his invasion.

“Good,” he grated into her ear. The roses in her shampoo, the salt in her skin, and
the tang of her sex were an ambrosia in his nostrils, filtering straight down to his
cock. “Very, very good. You’re so ready for it, aren’t you, little prisoner?”

She gave him the answer already. From the second he guided his rigid length between
her legs and was welcomed by her pussy’s greedy lips, he was certain the rough foreplay
had flipped every switch of desire in her breathtaking body. She quivered and pulsed
and sweated and writhed, all but begging him aloud for his ruthless discipline.  

And damn, how he loved pleasing a sweet little subbie.

And dominating a gorgeous little hostage.

His
hostage.

The affirmation cranked his blood to boiling. His savage urges became full caveman
needs, driving him to mark both her shoulders with deep bites before he reared back,
digging his hands into her hips, imprinting her flesh with his grip.

After one nudge to retest her readiness, he lunged forward while pulling her back—and
didn’t stop until he felt his balls smack the trimmed hairs of her pussy.

“Ahhhh!”

Her desperate scream instantly swelled him more. He gritted the
f
word at the confines of the condom. Christ, he hoped the barrier held. He’d strained
a few in his time, but no woman he’d ever screwed had this effect on him. Made him
feel as if he wasn’t deep enough, didn’t stretch her enough, didn’t stamp enough of
himself on her, inside her. The frustration made him withdraw nearly to her entrance
before thrusting hard into her once more.

It still wasn’t enough.

“More.” The command razed his throat as he pounded into her sheath once more. “Take
more of it, Zoe. More of me. Breathe, baby. You can do it.” As her shoulders dropped,
her pussy slackened a little. He moved in fast, using the opportunity to conquer more
of her body. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s good. Again. Let me in deeper.”

She nodded but then rolled her head, thrashing it. “So muh,” she blurted. “So fuh.”

Shay dropped his hands to her thighs and began running them inward,
V’
ing his fingers around her pussy. With his thumbs, he pushed at the top of her prettily-cropped
mound. “But “so much’ can be so good, little hostage. So can ‘so full.’”

As he offered the seduction, his gaze was mysteriously guided to the side—and drawn
at once to the items on the small medical cart there. Hell. Maybe fate really was
a benevolent mistress sometimes. And maybe he’d just gotten lucky with the inspiration.

Either way, the tube of petroleum jelly wouldn’t go wasted.

In ideal circumstances, the shit wouldn’t have been his first choice for this—but
since his plan was only to have fun with her anus and not get his cock anywhere near
it, he felt safe in popping the lid, working the jelly onto a finger, then dipping
that digit to the naughty ring surrounding her back hole. He braced his other hand
to the small of her back while slowly pushing his finger inside, expecting his little
hostage to become a bucking pony any second.

She met half his expectation. While the keen from her throat was high and frantic,
she didn’t lurch against him. Her only resistance came in the form of clenching every
muscle she could. That wasn’t such a crappy thing. Shay bit back a groan as her channel
nearly crushed his dick in all the right ways.

“Ssshhh. Breathe, baby girl. This is ‘so full’ in all the best ways.”

“
Mmpphh
.”

“Pretty, but not a safe word. Crossed fingers, remember?”

Dammit.

He paused as she used the cue to raise her right hand.

But her fingers weren’t crossed. She really shifted only one of them—to flip him a
definitive “bird” of tribute.

He let out a long, gloating chuckle. “My adorable little hostage…how fortunate you
are that it feels too good to fuck you right now. But since you’ve asked so nicely…”
He slicked a little more of the lubricant in, using it to fit a second finger into
her ass, twisting his hand to work both digits deeper. As Zoe grunted, he began a
gentle rhythm in her ass, timing it to the rocks of his dick in her pussy.

Soon, her protests faded into defeated whimpers. Her shoulders sagged. But within
a few more strokes, Shay felt her start to push back on his fingers with the inner
muscles of her ass. The depths of her sex kept kneading his dick. Her body quivered,
easily absorbing his thrusts. When he stretched a hand to her clit, it was a rock-hard
nub of sensual readiness.

“Goddamn,” he growled. “My tiny dancer likes the dirty moves, doesn’t she?”

“Mmmmm.” Her answering groan was a harmony of pleasure, pain, need, and distress.
Holy God. He’d never seen a submissive so completely embrace everything she was. Taking
pain for her Dom’s desire. Trusting his will with the surrender—albeit given with
italics of sarcasm—of her own. Accepting his force and letting it transform with her
passion…and heat.

Her obeisance flared every rocket of his lust. The pressure percolated deep in his
balls, pushing the limits of his control. His thighs clenched and his ass constricted.
She heightened the torment by mewling at him in protest with every new inch he gained
in her ass, only to massage him harder the next second, coaxing him deeper in. His
cock was a separate issue of torment. It was no longer possible to simply rock into
her. With every passing minute, the blood beat more urgently up his shaft. He was
powerless to ignore it and helpless to control it, letting it drive him into a thundering
rhythm on her pussy. Every time he bore down, he gritted filthy commands, binding
him tighter to her in nasty collusion.

“Take it, Zoe.”

She shivered and sighed.

“All of it, Zoe.”

She quaked and moaned.

“You’re filled up, Zoe.”

Finally, he pinched her labia lips together, pushing her clit into the pad of his
forefinger. At the same time, he used his leverage in her ass to pull her body all
the way back on his, holding her there to feel the throbs of his cock against her
tight walls.

“Make your cunt come for me, Zoe.”

She froze. Shivered.

Screamed.

Shay was able to savor her climax for all of three seconds before his balls detonated.
Bolts of white-hot electricity shot up his shaft. He burst in the depths of her body
like a neutron bomb fused of ecstasy and agony. All around his cock, her body continued
to squeeze, milking every last drop of cum. The world centered and expanded at once,
spinning his senses, blowing his goddamn mind.

He couldn’t let it end there.

He couldn’t let her walk away without having her mind imploded, too.

After lowering the gag from her mouth, he leaned over and kissed her, savoring the
taste of her lingering pleasure. As he trailed his mouth back along her jaw and to
her neck, Zoe let out another blissful sigh.

“Sir. Thank—”

“Sssshhh.” He’d already cupped her sex with his hand again. The fingers in her ass
had stayed right where they were, and his cock was still blissfully buried in her
sex. With defined purpose, he pressed the heel of his hand against her mons, matching
his beat to the thrusts of his other hand.

“
M-m-mierda
,” she gasped. “Wh-what the hell are you—”

“Rules still apply, baby girl.” He rolled his hips, letting his cock and its filled
rubber add to all the sensations inside her. “Only screams.”

“But—I can’t—”

“You can. You
will
. Feel it build…from the inside. All those sweet, sensitive spots deep inside…you’ll
give them to me now, too.”

“But I’m not built like that. I—”

“Screams, Zoe.” His razor-edged growl was rewarded by the clench of her tunnel around
his cock’s crown, confirming she might actually be starting to understand. When her
stare sprang wide and a stunned cry burst from her lips, he rumbled in triumph. The
next minutes were defined by the most beguiling moans a submissive had ever given
him, threaded together by sighs of amazement, arousal, need, and even a few tears.

Suddenly, she writhed more violently. She tried to ram her buttocks against his fingers
while grinding her pelvis on his other hand. “S-Sir,” she panted. “Please.
Please
.”

Shay kissed her slick forehead. “Aching, little hostage?”

She jerked her head in a strange semblance of a nod. “Aaahhhh,” she moaned. “More.
More
!”

He broke away to slide a third finger into the petroleum jelly. When he twisted it
in to her ass with the other two, she let out a high-pitched cry and pushed a fist
against the mattress. Her pussy was taut and slick around him, her legs trembling
and wobbly beneath him.

“Better, baby girl? With another finger in here?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“But you still need it, don’t you?”

“
Dios
. Yes. Yes!”

“Then take it, Zoe. It’s yours.” He pressed into her mons harder. Jammed his fingers
deeper into her ass hole. “I’m right here with you, too. You can feel me, can’t you?
Everywhere inside you.”

“I can.” Tears trickled out of her with the confession. “I—I
can
.”

“Then clamp down on me and claim that fucking climax.”

He deliberately made the order into a verbal battle tank. And like a deer caught in
front of the Sherman, she exploded into a thousand pieces of sexual mush. Her pussy
flooded, her anus constricted, and her legs give out. As the aftershocks continued,
she rolled and cried and swore in Spanish, mixing in a promise that he’d killed her
with pleasure and now she’d pass to the afterlife without forgiveness for her tawdry
sins.